Breakfast, Lunch

Nougat with flecks of grain, white
 bread with swiss
.
in the morning the air on the porch 
 smells of blood but it is only
  the roses stretching towards
  the sun over the limbs of the dying
  in the garden
.
"I like to go barefoot in my sheer white 
    nightgown, my hair swept 
back with a scorpion"
.
  she was always hungry but never liked to admit it
.
 she preferred to chew
    toilet paper in the safety of her
  own closet
.
"I’m not a morning person"
.
  "If you keep me
waiting  one more minute 
 I’m going to take your sister
  and leave you here"
.
 sobbing so hard it sounds 
like a meat bell
            tolling            
        face like a lost red shoe
.
 clinging to the door knob despite the tugs
at the back   of his collar           until the seams
ripped      until the tag with his name sewn on 
  pulled free
.
 "Look closer, I want to tell you everything I know
about dead dogs 
revived with injections
   of sea water"
.
  they lived close enough
 to the water to be a rest stop
   for gulls
.
 sometimes they would drop tiny crabs
   on her head
   it was so shiny and hard like a rock
.
Who doesn’t like cotton candy?
  when applied directly it acts
 just like an ace bandage